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Monday, February 19, 2007

Again with the grocery store and the yelling...

It felt a bit like yesterday all over again.

There's a new grocery store in town. A big honking Whole Foods Market. So of course we gotta go check it out, because we are consumers and we consume and given a new place to purchase consumable goods we treat it like an actual event and a positive moment in our lives and we go.

And god damn, that store is awesome.

I know, I'm an idiot getting excited about a new store. I know I am. But I've decided I'm going to move in there and never cook my own food again because they can do it for me and better too.

It's crazy busy right now, the parking lot is full and people are parking in those places in the parking lot that aren't really spaces. Like the lanes. We illegally backed up a one way side street to snag a spot. The whole city seems to be there all at once. It makes the aisles a little crowded, but still the place is completely seductive. The own me, they totally own me.

So yeah, here we are in a world chock full of natural beauty and wonder, in a time marked by strife and chaos, and I'm writing and waxing poetic about a grocery store. A store to buy food to feed by already fat self. And it's the second day in a row I've gone to a grocery store. I don't need any more groceries. So yeah, modern western society is an empty soulless beast intent on devouring everything in its path heedless of the consequences and it deserves to be put down, shot, stuffed and mounted on a wall for future generations to look at and wonder at it's folly.

Yeah. I get that.

Still, I'm moving in to that place. They've got a desert bar.

The Dude (well, no, not that one) threw more in an ever growing series of screaming and crying fits today. And I love him more than anything, but damn. He can scream real loud. Dude can't hold his pee, but he sure can have a conniption. He had some needs that could not be fulfilled no matter what we tried. But y'know, it's natural. Eventually he settled for gnawing on an egg bagel, letting me have the occasional bite as I held him and we navigated the crowds.

It's the end of a three day weekend. Gotta go back to work tomorrow. Don't wanna. Wah.

Brokeback Trek

I actually hate the fact that there are all these Brokeback Mountain parodies. I mean, some of them are funny, but it feels like we're just taking this wonderful film and boiling it down to a goofy joke because we can't handle it when guys kiss each other.

On the other hand, here I am posting this video I found on youtube. And I thought it was funny, and, if you look at it the right way, kind of touching.

I am such a nerd.

Jimmy Kimmel Tim Hardaway and George Takei answer to Tim

I thought this was really funny and I wanted to share and try posting a video. Take it away George!

Sunday, February 18, 2007

Meanwhile...back in front of the computer

I paid a bunch of bills. Praise be for tax refunds. Without them I would be nothing, it would be hard to pay the oil company with my New Teen Titans back issues. Not impossible, just hard.

It's a Sunday, my wife had to work today. Neither of us usually works on the weekends, but occasionally something comes up and we have to. Such is life in the debt loaded 'burbs. So I stayed home with The Dude (well, no, not that dude.) The Dude is several months shy of two years old, generally easy going, remarkably thoughtful for his age, and the cutest smartest thing on two legs. But I admit, I could be biased. He is also, lately, becoming very determined, and we've entered the stage of occasional freak outs in public places.

Which is an interesting experience. I find I go inward, and the rest of the world blurs out a bit, while I focus every bit of my being onto my child, who is busy screaming and thrashing on the floor in the frozen food section of the grocery store; in front of the frozen pizzas actually. I am still aware of the rest of the world, and I am aware that much of the rest of the world immediately in my surroundings is staring at me, but I kind of don't care. It's a thing, it happens, it's natural, we'll get over it and move on. We're only in the grocery store after all, it's not like we're at the movies or the opera or a Phish show or something. We weren't really gonna harsh anyone's mellow too bad.

But what I really want to talk about is this poop he made this morning. Poor lil' guy has been a sick lately and his poops have been, well, kinda funky. But this thing, this morning, it was hellacious. I had to get out tools, special tools, to deal with this mess. Massive and putrid and...oh god. You know what I needed? That stuff they put under their noses in the autopsy scene in "Lambs"? I needed that stuff.

Then again, I'm not really good with the poop duty anyway, so perhaps I exaggerate.

The Dude seemed rather indifferent to the whole affair. And is feeling fine now, thank you.

Podcast Test

Ok, I'm lame. Tres lame.

I'm attempting to test out how to make a podcast using the simplest of free tools available to me.

Soooo I guess the link is up there. Click that and hear my voice saying nothing of note.

Oh god...

We've got lumps of it around the back

I am attempting to increase my digital online presence. This Blog (and I know, I'm late to the party) is part the third, I think. I have actually debased myself and set up a myspace page, and let my geek flag fly proud by setting up a ComicSpace page as well.

I know I could blog on the myspace page, but this is prettier, and I wanted to see how many passwords I could juggle. Tee-hee. I have email boxes chock full of password verifications and account resettings and such. So now I'll just add to that, but hey, I like getting email.

I got stuff I could share, but I gotta go pay some bills.